Hold Me While I sleep

17 Year old Lana, is what every guy looks for in a girl.
She's attractive, intelligent; and way too sarcastic for her own good. At school, the 'relationship' shared between herself and the star rugby player, Kenneth, their closeness changing with each school week.
But when eccentric new boy, Noah, shows up, Lana begins to receive a series of letters she never expected to get.
That leaves only one thing; who's leaving the mysterious love notes?
And who really means them?


6. Notes.

Lana's P.O.V:

I slammed my hand against my locker, watching as the small door swung open to reveal a large stack of books. Between the books was a small clear bottle of what looked like water; if only they knew, heh.

It wasn't until a small red piece of paper slid onto the floor, coming to a rest at my feet, that anything seemed out of the ordinary.

After staring at the paper for more than a healthy amount of time, and getting pushed to the side slightly by a girl in heels, I bent down to pick it up, cursing at the girl under my breath.

"Lana, have you seen Ni-" Coming to a stop by my side, Naomi tilted her head sidewards, staring at the paper in my hands. "What's that?"

"I don't know," I admitted, spinning the card between my fingers.

After a moments pause, Naomi cleared her throat. "Are you going to open it?"

"Maybe," Although I heard what the girl was saying, I wasn't quite listening. The card had my name printed on it in a handwriting which reminded me of comic sans. It was an impressive gift to be able to write in that font.

"Sure..." She watched as I pressed the card into my palm and looked up at her with a forced smile. "Anyway, have you seen Nick?"

"AS Chem, I think," I told her, nodding slightly. Although he and his sister were a year younger than myself, Nick's intelligence was way above most kids his age. He'd been transferred half into my year, and the other half he was already taking some A2 subjects for his crazy amount of A Levels.

He took bloody Maths and all three sciences; my friend was bat-shit.

"Ah, thanks," Naomi smiled equally as falsely as my own, before she turned on the spot and dashed through the crowd, disappearing in the sea of people.

I shoved my textbooks into the bottom of my bag, before slinging it over my shoulder and slamming the locker closed. The small piece of card was still pressed in my hand, becoming clammy as my hands got warm.

The girls toilets were just a few meters down the hall, and it wasn't long before I pushed through the door, storming past a group of girls squad-ing by the sinks, before locking myself into one of the cubicles at the end of the row of toilets.

Pushing the lid down, I dropped my bag on the floor, and sat on the seat, quickly pulling the note up to my face, and pulling the tag back.

Two words stared back at me, along with a letter.

"You're cute,




"Hey, Princess," As I turned to the voice, I grimaced. Kenneth made his way towards me, before lifting his arm and drooping it over my shoulder.

"What do you want?" I asked, walking forward in an attempt to get away from the boy.

It didn't work.

"I was just thinking..." His voice was quiet, and he drawled the words. Raising an eyebrow, I glanced at him as we walked down the street. "You know, me and you..."

"Are you get to the chase before I age twenty years?" 

"Babe," Turning on the spot and whacking my hand across his mouth, I frowned.

"Don't call me that," I hissed, before dropping my hand and speeding off down the road, and dodging down a small lane behind some houses.

"Lana!" Kenneth was sprinting towards me, his face red as he followed me behind the houses and moved closer to me. "Lana, I'm sorry," His head dropped and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

After a moment of watching him in silence, my eyes narrowed, I sighed. "It doesn't matter,"

"I just wanted to go watch a movie and eat some ice-cream or something," He whispered, his hand reaching out to touch my hand, so that his olive skin shone against my own. 

Raising an eyebrow, I laughed.

"Okay," He said, rolling an eye. "I was wondering whether you had a free house tonight so I could stay over,"

Ah, that's more like it.

"Mollie is in, but other than that, no one's in," I stated, beginning to walk off, before getting pushed against the wall slightly, trapped between the cold bricks and Kenneth himself. 

He lent down and gently kissed my forehead, before grinning and walking backwards with my hands in his.

"I knew I could count on you, Walters," He said with a smile.

He was like an excited puppy.



Unknown's P.O.V:

Watching the two from the corner of the street, I pulled my grey hood over my head, so that it just brushed against my brow. It was dead looking shrubbery which hid me away from view, and sadly for me, parts of the dying wood were stuck in places which I rather they weren't.

My blood boiled as the well built guy lent down and brushed his lips against the girl's forehead. Although it was for barely a second, for me, watching it happen felt like a lifetime.

How could she do this?

After my note, after knowing someone felt a certain way about her; she was still going to go and spend the night with Jock-Junior over there.

Fucking ridiculous.

Selfish, even.

But, I forgave her selfishness, because, I loved her.

Always had, I guess.

Because deep down, I knew that Olivia would come to me, and once she found out how I felt about her, she would open her arms and keep me close. 

She was going to ditch all those flings she'd had, and let me love her.

I would treat her like a thousand shining diamonds, and give her the world and all I had to offer.

She would be mine.

All I had to do, was show her just how much I loved her.

She'd understand, I just know it.



Author's note:

I did a thing!


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